Tears are the noble language of the eye.
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a flying: And this same flower that smiles to day, Tomorrow will be dying.
Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg, Which is as white and hairless as an egg.
Against diseases here the strongest fence is the defensive vertue, Abstinence.
Gather ye rosebuds, while ye may.
Here a pretty Baby lies Sung asleep with Lullabies: Pray be silent, and not stirre The easie earth that covers her.